My friend over at Bull-headed follower of a Bull God wrote an entry about how they wish paganism showed the little things we all do to show devotion and not just the flowery worded prayers and actions. Well JoyousMadness you are getting your response as a post to my blog.
I chose to respond to them in this way since they are right, there are not enough blog posts and things about how we remind ourselves of our Gods and Spirits throughout our regular everyday lives.
So as some may know and others not, my altar is in my bedroom. It is there due to space constraints and living with parents. However it is there. This actually gives me a really good chance to check on it though. Every morning I have to go past the altar to leave the room and every morning I look into the well. Not to do anything divination based. Not to do anything knowledge based. No, to check to see if the thing is full. My house is very dry due to having the air conditioning or heat on all the time and as such my well dries out very quickly. I’ve actually put stones at the bottom of it to hold some of the moisture in case I don’t notice because I’m in a rush one day.
I then tend to look at the ancestor candle which lives directly behind the well and then up to the ancestor shrine. Depending on the day this makes me either almost cry or smile. Cry for the fact I have lost friends, neighbours and relatives. Or smile for the fact had these awesome people and pets not been in my life I wouldn’t be the person I am today (thanks guys <3 ).
Once I’ve left my room for the day my day is much more mundane except for one thing that I do approximately 75% of the time: open the curtains. This is when I do my morning prayer if Mum hasn’t opened them first. It’s nothing fancy, typically whatever strikes me at the time, and is typically dependant on the light levels. If the sun is already up at full strength it’s my general prayer, if it is still coming up it tends to be something to Ushas and Agni (yes I’m a Celt (primarily), but they play an important role for me, I don’t question it).
Typically throughout the day I don’t end up back in my room. The one thing that does make me remember my patrons is when the crows begin to caw. My murder of crows (it’s gone from 3 to 9 of the beauties) remind me of The Morrigu and their influence. How they wish me to be strong through the pain when I need to be and fight for what I believe is right. Sometimes they caw at just the right moment. Other times they caw when they see me because they want food. My act of feeding them comes with no prayers but an honoring of The Morrigu just the same as they are one of Their forms.
Closer to Samhain I do things like walk through cemeteries to remember the ancestors and leave flowers for some of those who would not have descendants (children who died in the early 1900’s and even earlier in the 1800’s are typically where I get drawn) to do so. That typically doesn’t come with prayers just respect. I am thinking of getting a large enough sketchpad to do rubbings of the graves that are typical for me to go to. There may be something more with those ones…
This is my typical day though. It is the little things that matter. What are the little things you do? Link back to JoyousMaiden if you post them <3